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　　Open, eyes open, a ray of light appears.

　　"Not enough, far from enough".

　　One village, two villages, slowly, the Shire country began to find something wrong, and the hobbits who liked to move around seemed to be a lot less in this period of time.

　　"Have you heard that there is a group of devils on the edge of Shire, specializing in hunting hobbits."

　　"No, many people have disappeared, and I don't know if it's true."

　　"Hey, those rangers can't see anymore, why don't we move?"

　　"Moving? Are you still a Hobbit? Our ancestors have lived here for thousands of years, you...",

　　A hobbit stood up abruptly, with trembling arms pointing to the sky in the distance, black clothes, black hair, flying, aren't these all the costumes of those devils?

　　"Then... what is that?"

　　Um?The group looked up, and the cold air rushed to their foreheads.

　　"Devil"

　　"The devil is here, run away...!"

　　The hobbits running around, no one dared to look back, just wanted to get out of here, wishing they had more legs to come out.

　　"commander?"

　　Leave half.

　　Sean's figure floated in the air, watching this scene indifferently, why are people in this world and their souls able to quickly merge and absorb Ava?he does not know.

　　But he knows one thing, if you don't have enough strength to protect yourself and the people around you, if something happens, you can't blame others.

　　"Perhaps the old elders were as helpless as they were!"

　　"Commander, only half of us are left."

　　With a wave of his hand, the group rushed to the next place.

　　Fire, corpses, roars, sluggishness, the surviving Hobbits seem to have lost their souls, and the people who were joking with them a second ago have vanished.

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　　It's a new month, brothers with monthly tickets can vote, kill me!what....

Chapter 111

　　"Have you heard? Recently, there has been a group of people in Shire who specifically kill Hobbits."

　　"Hey, keep your voice down, if you hire those devils to do it for you?"

　　"I just heard that this group of people will kill half of the living beings wherever they go."

　　"why?"

　　"How do I know, it's like this anyway, otherwise how would these news come out~".

　　In the tavern, compared with the past, there are a lot fewer guests. Recently, more and more news has come that the devil is coming here, and many people have already started to move.

　　The ghost knows where to move, not here anyway.

　　Although the devil only kills half of the people, who knows if he is the other half?

　　Old Buck, the owner of the tavern, said in a muffled voice, "Hey, I don't know if it can still be opened. I'm afraid this tavern is about to close."

　　"I said old Buck, you don't want to leave, do you?"

　　Buck shook his head: "I'm so old, what if I leave? It's not just a few more years, I just want to see what those devils look like."

　　A young hobbit stood up.

　　"Everyone, I heard from friends that those devils are similar to humans in Middle-earth, but they can fly, they can also use magic, and they can't cut their skin with a knife, and the speed is not comparable to us."

　　Um?The people in the tavern all looked at this person. How did he know so much?

　　"Did you run away?"

　　With contemptuous eyes, people who abandoned their homes and ran away, how could they be drinking with them in the same place?

　　Immediately, his face flushed, and he wanted to explain, but he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his mouth. Indeed, he was indeed timid and ran out, but if it were you, would you run away?

　　Old Buck handed over a glass of wine and clapped.

　　"This cup, please, tell us about it!"

　　Looking up at Buck, he slammed the wine in front of him into a big mouthful, the blush on his face became even bigger, and his voice was a little intermittent.

　　"I... don't know... where did they come from... but they are demons without a doubt, they can fly... Do you know? Uuu... My brother took a knife and slashed at the devil's body, but it's something nothing".

　　The more I talked, the more excited I became, the more I said, the more angry: "Those people don't seem to care what they are doing at all, they kill people when they see them, they kill people when they see them, some are magic, some are just a fist",

　　"The Hobbits were like a hare on the prairie...meeting a falcon in their eyes."

　　This person's words are like ice and snow, blowing into the hearts of every hobbit, if they are really so powerful, do they still have a chance of winning?Do you just have to just run away?

　　Clang, someone opened the door and left.

　　There were fewer and fewer people in the tavern. In the end, except for the wind outside, only old Buck sat alone.

　　It started to get lively outside and moved.

　　"Commander, there is a hobbit village ahead, is it still the same?"

　　Seeing Sean nodding, a small group of Kryptonian soldiers flew down, and the weeds blown by the wind and frost in winter withered and fell to the ground and turned into fertilizer, waiting for the beginning of the spring.

　　what!

　　Sean was stunned, what did he hear just now, Bilbo and Frodo, that is to say, these two still have the Lord of the Rings in their hands?

　　"Eleven, bring the two people in front of you to see me."

　　Eleven, who was about to kill, was stunned, especially Bilbo, who had already grabbed the ring and wanted to escape from here, but the devil in front of him didn't kill them, as if he wanted to take them somewhere.

　　In the center of the village, Sean is sitting here, with a small river in front of it. If they don't come here, it must be a good place to live.

　　"commander".

　　After S11 saluted and stood aside, Bilbo took his nephew Frodo's hand and looked at Sean. Obviously, this man was the boss of this group of demons.

　　"Do you know why you came here?"

　　Not to mention, Bilbo had been in Middle-earth when he was young. He had been to many places, especially the news about the Lord of the Rings in his hand.

　　"Dear sir, I don't know what you are looking for us to do? Why would you do such a thing to the Hobbits?" Bilbo looked calm, not daring to have a trace of resentment in it.

　　The eyes glanced at Bilbo, and Bilbo only thought it was like a sharp knife, those eyes were too terrifying.

　　"Mr. Bilbo, I'm afraid this is not something a wise man would do, what do you think?"

　　Frodo took La Bilbo's hand, obviously frightened, coughing, coughing, and Bilbo calmed himself.

　　"Then let's make a deal, can you, sir? After all, these weak hobbits wouldn't threaten you, would they?"

　　"Trade? Interesting, talk about it."

　　"I can give things to your Excellency, and please spare the people here."

　　Sean lowered his head and looked at him interestingly, or rather Frodo behind him.

　　"Can you use magic?"

　　"What? Sir, how is this possible, only Middle-earth humans or elves can use magic, we hobbits don't."

　　Won't?That's a pity, Frodo is not simple, he can resist the temptation of the Lord of the Rings with a mortal body, and he has a good heart.

　　With a grab, a ring flew out of Bilbo's pocket.

　　After swallowing, he forced himself not to look at the Lord of the Rings floating in the air, the treasure who had been with him for hundreds of years.

　　"Sir, then?" said Bilbo cautiously.

　　"Go ahead, forget these two."

　　"What? How can you do this? How can you speak without counting? What's your strongman's bearing?"

　　"The strong? Tolerance? When did I promise to let them go?"

　　Uh...the two were stunned there for a while.

　　"Besides, I didn't kill all of them, I left half of them for you, right? You'd better disappear in front of me, otherwise, maybe you will die too!"

　　Bilbollima took Frodo out of here, and Sean was a lunatic, a lunatic who could take over their lives at will.

　　"Commander, what's wrong with this ring?"

　　ring?There is nothing wrong, but the things in the ring are a bit interesting, that is, a little gadget. When Sauron calculated the Middle Earth through the Lord of the Rings, he was a good chess player.

　　Fire all over the place.

　　The surviving hobbits looked at the corpses piled up in front of them, wondering if they should be glad they were the lucky half.

　　"These devils really only kill half of the people."

　　Bilbo listened to the chatter around him and sighed. Such a power had never been heard of before. Perhaps when Gandalf the wizard came, he might know something.

　　"What should we do? Are we still moving?"

　　"If you don't move, what if these devils come back?"

　　Packing things up, the next morning, after the funeral of the deceased people, they began to migrate in twos and threes, looking for a new home.

　　"Uncle Bilbo, aren't we leaving?"

　　"No, it won't be safe no matter where we move, and we have to wait for someone here",

　　"who?"

　　"A man who can handle these devils".

　　Bilbo looked into the distance, hoping that Gandalf would come sooner. Judging from the speed of these demons, it might not be long before they left the Shire and entered the world of humans in Middle-earth.